Quotes About Rebellion

Electra Chenti in crimson almost black, a diadem of Grechian influence in her uncombed hair from which unravelled a veil like a golden spider's web, studied her narrow hands and the thirteen rings that gripped her fingers. She cared little for any of them. There was only one she hated-on the marriage finger of her left hand. The scalding room had not tinted her white cheeks at all. Yet she had warned a fraction. To a perverse, bitter joy that her daughter, too, must suffer marriage.

But you have to realize, there is no such thing as this tidy little box you think you have to fold up and fit into; it simply does not exist. That's what I'm learning, learning as we speak.

Old ladies in the Gale family drove like they owned the roads. And the other drivers. And the local police department. And the laws of physics.

Whenever you write on a subject that questions the status quo, there are bound to be many who wrestle with the issues

You have a spark of anarchy in your spirit and that's not to be tolerated. Nothing wild or honest is tolerated her! It has to be extinguished...

A drinking man's someone who wants to forget he isn't still young and believing

Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

The novel cannot submit to authority.

God made man in His own image, but man has certainly paid Him back again.

But hell would have to freeze over before I ever wore a dress.

As a precocious teen I dreamed of being Graham Greene. Well, as it turned out, I never wrote a great novel, sadly, and I never converted to Catholicism, happily, but I did do one thing he did. That is, in middle age I moved to a seaside town and got into a right barney with the local powers-that-be.

We sat there smiling at each other, shimmied to a standstill, thinking about all the boys that had wanted us that day, and how none of them had got us, not for a minute; how we'd let them pay for drinks and candyfloss and then run away laughing, their cries of 'Slags!' and 'Bitches' ringing in our ears like respect rather than derision.

When I die, I want them to bury me facedown and ass up so that the whole world can kiss my ass!

No, I wanna go kick puppies," she retorted.

muslin and stepped into it, forgoing the corset. Cursing

Sometimes, if you want to be happy, you've got to run away to Bath and marry a punk rocker. Sometimes you've got to dye your hair cobalt blue, or wander remote islands in Sicily, or cook your way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year, for no very good reason.

Do you want to stand here talking about the car, or are you going to get in it?" CeeCee asked. I was the person with horrible red hair and a mound of pink crust surrounding a diamond in her ear. I was at risk, and I had just made out with a girl in a bathroom. I got into the car.

How do you know I'm pregnant?" "It's amazing." He cracked his knuckles. "Children always take their own parents for idiots. They come in reeling drunk at 1 am, smelling of cherry brandy and cigarettes, and think the old man's a detective for finding out they weren't studying with a friend.

Just because you're playing without the rules doesn't mean they don't exist.

If he really didn't want women to call him at the office, he probably shouldn't have told them that. It's like when somebody says. 'whatever you do, don't open that door.' Of course that's the door you're going to open.

It wasn't being an alcoholic - it was going wild. It happened when I got famous. It was like having my teens in my early thirties: blotting out your life, not having to think about anything.

There's nothing that people rebel more against, I told Jacques, than being forced to acknowledge the secret and immediate power their fellow human beings have over them. There's maybe nothing more common, routine. A savage power, as indifferent as a thunderbolt, where intellect, merit, beauty, language are nothing but animal electricity, a polarity that suddenly develops. Falling under the spell. Forever. We never talk about it—it's taboo.

Ma così si comporta il cuore umano, che lascia trascorrere lunghi anni senza sfiorare per un istante l'idea di ribellarsi contro il proprio destino, poi viene il giorno in cui sente d'un tratto di non poterne più e che bisogna cambiare subito tutto e teme di perdere tutto rimandando anche di un sol giorno quell'impresa di cui la vigilia non aveva ancora la minima idea.»

Sólo viviendo absurdamente se podría romper alguna vez este absurdo infinito